It was a late Sunday night, my mother was going up to bed, and because it was the helf term, she allowed me
to stay up on the computer, and kissed me on the cheek.
"Not too late," she said.
Being a teenager I just planned to go on chatrooms all night and listen to ABBA with earphones on, full blast
So, without further or do, I slammed The Definitive Collection into the disk dive and began playing.
I was happily swaying to the music when, further into the tracks, Fernando came on. I loved this song, so
I turned it dowm, because I can hear Frida's voice better. And I had a banging headache.
But all of a sudden, there was a knocking at the door. It was raining quite hard outside, so I decided to
open it. A bit silly really seems it was so late, but maybe it was somebody who needed help?
I edged open the door, to see a tall, beautiful woman beaming at me.
All of a sudden, I knew who it was.
My eyes opened wide, my heart was bouncing off the walls of my ribcage. It was Frida. Frida from ABBA.
"Frida?" I stepped back, "Frida? Is that you?"
She gazed up into the light.
"Hello, not interrputing anything am I?"
"Frida? Would you likt to come in?"
"Thank you sweet heart, bless you."
I couldn't believe it.
I had let the woman I most cherished in my whole life into my house. This was unreal. This was just not happening.
I needed to lie down.
"What are you doing in Britian?" I asked.
"Just thought I'd see you, Natalie. I was browsing the internet, and seen the ABBASite. I found your topic,
the letter to me. Its was beautiful."
She knew my name. She knows my name. She said my name.
"Would you like a drink? Or some warm clothes?"
"Yes please and yes please!"
She was smiling. She never stopped smiling since she came in.
I got her a drink and some nice warm clothes, she slipped them on over her wet ones.
We talked for 3 hours non-stop about ABBA, Sweden, Britain, television, fashion and lots of little things
"Where are you going now?"
"Back to Sweden. I must say a few things about you though. You are kind, funny, energetic and very in love
with me! If you would like to send me some letters personally I would be happy to write back."
"Yes, of course darling. I must go now."
I held onto her hand as she got up.
"Yes?" she beamed again.
"Frida, I love you. I meant everything I said in that letter. I love you. You are such a wonderful person.
You are my favourite person in the whole world."
She drew me into her chest and we hugged.
She sniggered "are you obsessed with me or something? Would you like a gold statue of me?"
"I wouldn't mind it Frida."
We both laughed. Yet, I broke into tears.
I looked up at her beautiful face. She wiped my tears with the sleeve of the jumper I gave her.
"Bye Frida, I will never forget this."
I shut the door. And she was gone.